Stop draming whispers
lightly for the ocean...

Green makes
fresh spring grass...

Angel forsaken in the summer
who is there to guide me now...

There are ghosts
surrounding me...

Waves roaring crashing
subsiding disappearing...

Where do we belong?
in the bleached sweetness of heaven...

Sharp slashing steel silver blade; a sword
carried by the man in black cloth...

Lack there of
humor around this world...

I needed your love
those caressing words...

Sea:
ripples...

Surrounded by silver white snow
sitting on a stump of a cold dead tree...

Standing
in the pathway...